"He will get killed, for sure. But he has too many enemies, so I can't guarantee that he will die in your hands in the end. What I can guarantee is that you can make up a stab to him at least."

There was irresistible firmness in Lin Mengya's eyes. Sun Zhuang, who had been staring blankly in the direction of the southwest, took a deep look at Lin Mengya with complex expressions, and finally, he was no longer as stiff and numb as before.

Sun Zhuang got up and ...